Lady Li couldn't help but want to shake her son's shoulders, as Ming Teng had run all the way back home, still out of breath, feeling his mother wanted to strangle him, he raised a finger, "Cough cough, second-place scholar, big brother is the second-place scholar."
Lady Li, "Being the second-place scholar is good, just like dad."
In Lady Li's heart, being the top scorer is indeed great, but her father-in-law was also a second-place scholar, and his path was very smooth, so deep inside she felt it would be even better if her son could match his grandfather, foreseeing a smooth future, with a touch of superstition in it.
Zhulan just felt that in the future, the capital would come to accept that the Zhou family was destined to be without a top scorer.
